Caller Remembers Rush’s Mother

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RUSH: We stick with the phones. To South Bend, Indiana. This is Rhonda. It’s great it’s to have you with us today. Hi.

CALLER: Hi, Rush. I am one of those housewife “leeches” that you spoke about last week. You were talking about how the liberals look down, despise, disrespect those of us on our side of the aisle.

RUSH: Wait a minute. Wait, wait, wait. This was Kyrsten Sinema

CALLER: Yes.

RUSH: — who’s a Democrat candidate for Senate in Arizona who called women like you who stay home and raise the kids “leeches.” You’re leeching off your husbands. You’re failures and betrayer of the sisterhood.

CALLER: Well, I’ll tell you why I’m such a threat to them. I am a seeker — and yes, I’ve embraced my femininity. So look at this. A strong, confident woman who loves being a mom and raising her kids. Rush, I have two careers. I am a kick-ass medical transcriptionist, top 2% of my industry.

RUSH: Whoa!

CALLER: And I’m a writer, and I’ve raised — I’m raising — the four boys. You know, there is not a glass ceiling I could shatter — even though I’m very talented — that will leave the kind of impact and influence on future generations that my mothering will. Rush, I wish I could have met your mom. I’ve listened to you for so long, I remember when you used to talk about your mother and her little blue-haired friends.

RUSH: The Blue-Haired Bloody Mary Gang, right.

CALLER: Yes. You would talk then about the pranks that you and your brother used to pull, and I can’t tell you the kinship I felt with her. Because I have the boys that made the vinegar ice cubes and put it in my Diet Coke. And made homemade napalm in the backyard. And duct-taped an alarm clock outside our bedroom window and went off at 3 o’clock in the morning. And I didn’t eat them. In the animal kingdom, you know, they eat them. I let them live, and they are growing up to be seekers. And Rush, I’m just so happy that I get to tell you this.

RUSH: I appreciate that. My mother… My mother appreciated the creativity. (laughing) She did. Anyway, Rhonda, I’m sure you would have gotten along. I’m sure you would have loved her. She was one-of-a-kind — truly somebody that everybody who met her, liked her. I’ve never known anybody else about who that could be said, but my mother could.

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